The Isolationist 歌词

Hidden from the teeth of man Life is but a struggle Against the grain and snow Towards darkness and crows Ancient pillars crumble Ruins of herjárdalr The taiga our fortress These mountains will be our doom Yet here they live Within cold frozen misery Words they cry of longing To a home that they have never seen Frozen wheat and melted ice The hunger and strife are terminal Her plea was in vain This is where she'll die This is where she'll die alone The horns are sounding Time has come to reap Flea-infested grave The slow rot has begun Dearest forlorn sueonia Follow me through gjǫll My beloved friend I will never leave these icebound grounds I will never leave